lunalunelover

[lunalunelover]

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fem! reader x Jo, soft dom! Jo, punishment, fingering, edging, brat tamer Jo, short drabble.

Jo is gentle with you.

He always is. Always has been.

The kind of boyfriend who kisses your forehead before anything else, who carries your bag without asking, who blushes when you tease him too much in front of the others. He’s soft-spoken, a little shy, someone who listens more than he speaks. You love that about him. You love how he curls around you at night like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, how his fingers trace your skin like you’re made of something fragile.

But he warned you once, quietly, not as a threat, but a truth.

“I don’t like it when you misbehave,” he’d said, brushing your hair back behind your ear, voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t make me handle you.”

You didn’t listen. Because soft little Jo couldn’t possibly mean that the way it sounded… right?

But tonight, you pushed him. You were bored, bratty, playing with fire just to see if it would burn. And Jo didn’t snap. He didn’t raise his voice. He just… changed.

His touch didn’t get rough, it got more precise. Slow and intentional. The softness stayed, but the warmth behind it cooled into something else entirely. And the way he looked at you? Not shy anymore.

“Turn around,” he said quietly, tilting his head like he couldn’t quite believe you were still testing him. “Now.”

You hesitated, and he stepped closer. His hand on your chin was featherlight, but his grip was absolute when he tilted your face up to meet his gaze.

“You’ve been acting out all evening,” he murmured. “Touching me when you know you shouldn’t. Saying things just to get a reaction. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You swallowed. His tone didn’t match the words, so calm, so terribly composed.

“Baby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your lower lip, “you know I don’t like to do this. But if you keep being bad, I will teach you how to behave. You’re not getting away with it just because you think I’m soft.”

You shiver. Because Jo is soft. Sweet, loving.

Until you push him. And then he’s the calmest, cruelest brat tamer you’ve ever known, one who makes you feel more exposed under his voice than any rough hand ever could.

“Don’t pout,” he says when you whine, pulling your hips back with one hand as he leans over you. “You knew what this would get you.”

And when he finally touches you, slow, just enough to make you ache. He leans down, lips brushing your ear. His voice still gentle, but now with that patronizing lilt that makes your whole body tense.

“Bad girls don’t get to be spoiled. You want soft, baby? Then behave.”

Your body’s shaking. 

You’re not even sure how long it’s been, how many times he’s brought you to the edge and taken it away. How many times he’s held you right there, teetering on the edge of heaven, only to steal it like it never belonged to you. Your pussy is aching and dripping, overstimulated, needy, clenching around nothing everytime he removes his fingers.

Jo hasn’t even broken a sweat.

His expression hasn’t changed once. He’s still got that same unreadable, calm look on his face. Not angry or flustered. Just… disappointed.

And somehow, that makes it worse.

He sighs, like he’s the one being burdened. Like you made this hard for him.

“You’re really not making this easy for me, baby.”

You let out a broken sob, hips trembling as you try to grind down against his hand again, his digits so deep inside of you bumping against your g-spot over and over again, your walls clenching around them, the pressure on your lower belly telling you that you were so, so close. But his fingers pull away before you can, slick and glistening but unforgiving.

“Did I say you could come?”

You whimper.

Jo just clicks his tongue softly, wiping his fingers on your thigh like you’re too messy to be worth the effort.

“I don’t want to do this, you know,” he says, voice low, like he’s explaining something to a misbehaving child. “But when you act like a spoiled little brat, I don’t have a choice.”

He shifts, brushing your hair back as he leans over you, resting one hand on the small of your back while the other returns between your legs, slowly, like a reward he’s not sure you’ve earned.

“If you just behaved—if you listened—we wouldn’t be here. I’d be spoiling you. Kissing you. Letting you fall apart in my lap like a good girl.”

You cry out, thighs shaking again. It’s so much, and it’s never enough. Every pass of his fingers makes you flinch, your whole body begging to come, but you don’t even trust him to let you.

And he knows that.

“But you weren’t good tonight,” he continues, condescendingly gentle. “You were greedy. Needy. Pushing and pushing because you wanted attention.”

He presses down, rubbing soft circles against your clit now. Slow and steady. You feel yourself unraveling again, everything tightening like a rubber band about to snap.

“And now look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek. “Pathetic. Teary. Falling apart just because I won’t let you come.”

Your hips buck.

He stops. You sob.

Jo only hums, soothingly, like he’s comforting you through your own punishment.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re learning. Slowly,” he adds, with a soft smirk. “But we’re getting there.”

You turn your head, trying to look at him, eyes wide and wet and pleading.

He wipes your cheek with his thumb. Kisses the corner of your mouth like he’s not torturing you.

“One more time,” he whispers. “Be good for me, and maybe I’ll let you come this time. No more whining. No more begging. Just stay still and take it like a good girl.”

And his fingers start moving again. Perfect and calculated. He watches your every twitch, listens to every sound you make, like he’s measuring how close he can take you without letting you go.

Because Jo doesn’t punish you with pain. He punishes you with control.

[lunalunelover]

been thinking about this specific picture of fuma a lot and had a quick thought...

warnings and content: fuma x reader no specific power dynamic, head (m receiving), gender and race non specific, reader swallows

Fuma who holds your face under your chin as you take him into your mouth. who smiles down at you, a mix of lust and love in his eyes, as his brain fogs while you start to suck him off. fuma who needs eye contact while you're giving him head. who brings your hands to his abs while you're on your knees for him, who likes it when you run your hands over them, when you reach up and tease his nipples and play with his pecs, when you hold his waist and caress it with your thumbs. fuma who wipes the tears running down your cheeks and coos about how beautiful you look taking him down your throat and how good you're being for him. who starts to whine as he gets close to cumming. fuma who grips the back of your neck or your hair but doesn't push, just holds you in place close to him and has to use what little brain power he has control of to stop from gabbing your hair and face fucking you to release sooner. fuma who loves when you let him cum down your throat. who will check to make sure you swallowed before lifting you from your knees to kiss him and mutter how perfect you are to him against your lips.

[lunalunelover]

shower sex with maki ♡

warnings and content: smut (minors DNI!!!!), kinda sub maki x dom ?? afab black reader (no pronouns or fem terms used, established relationship, just anatomy described), quickie, p in v, unprotected sex (don't lol), hand job (m receiving), fingering (r receiving), quick nipple play, creampie, fluff if you squint, pwp

word count: 1.2k

kinda proof read... not really tho...

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when you agreed to showering with maki you did so because you figured it would save you both time, as you had had a slow start to the day and had brunch plans with nicho and euijoo in an hour. It starts off very domestic and tame really, just chatting softly and making each other laugh while getting clean, until he starts to wash his hair and you offer to do it for him. the second your hands are in his hair, lathering the soap from the root to the tip, his eyes fall from yours to your lips and you catch him licking his own and something in the air changes. you tug his hair a little and a sigh falls out of his lips and you smile. his hands find your waist and bring you closer to him, before going to entwine his fingers at the small of your back. your fingers continue to lather the shampoo through his hair but slow to a stop when he dips his head to bring your lips together in an open mouthed kiss. you sigh into each other's mouths and your hands drop to his neck while his drop to your ass and lightly squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from you and making maki smile against your lips when he hears it. 

“youre so beautiful, baby.” he sighs against your skin moving his kisses from your lips to run his tongue along your jaw and continue to kiss down your neck to your chest.

“maki… we don't have time for thi- ahhh” you gasp as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and sucking before letting go with a light pop and smiling at you. “maki…”

“I know, I know but god look at you.” he counters, bringing his hand to your face and up to twirl your coily hair around his finger, marveling at it stretching and springing back to you when he lets go and meets your eyes again. “i just… I need you.” he admits letting his fingers brush your cheek before settling on your waist again. 

you can't help but bite your lip as you stare back at him, the warm slightly steaming water of the shower running through his hair down his broad shoulders and across his beautifully toned chest and stomach. you follow the water trail with your eyes and watch it run over his already half hard cock to the shower floor and you feel your face get warm at the sight of it alone. your fingers itch to wrap around it till hes cumming over and over and crying your name but time. time is of the essence… maybe just one…

“you have me, maki.” you whisper back and his mouth curls into a smile again before meeting your lips. you waste no time running your hands down his chest, brushing and quickly tweaking his nipples the way you know makes him gasp before finally wrapping one hand around his cock and the other gripping his waist. he stops your kiss to rest his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut and mouth parted slightly and gasping as he ever so slightly rolls his hips into your hand.

“mmm fuck baby yeah… you make me so- oh fuck…” he's already putty in your hands, his moans coming out in soft whines and pants making your pussy throb in need.

as if he could sense it, he slides one hand up your body to knead and squeeze one of your breasts while the other slides across your lower stomach and between your legs.

“fuck you're so wet.” he sighs before bring his lips to yours again just as he slides his index finger inside you, curling it as he slowly thrusts in and out and applies a little pressure to your clit with his thumb. 

“maki…” you moan as he adds another finger, picking up the pace, and you follow suit with your strokes and apply a little more pressure. “more.” you gasp as he kisses and licks across your jaw again. he pulls his face away to meet your eyes, fingers still thrusting in and out of you. 

“you sure? I don't- I mean id have to-”

“fuck me maki, please.” you interrupt him and he frankly doesn't need to be told twice. he leans back in to kiss you, both of your hands leaving each other as he backs you against the wall of the shower and lifts your legs up and around his waist as he sinks you down onto him. you both moan at the stretch and he holds you against him for a moment before he slowly starts to move. 

“fuuuck… baby oh- fuck oh my god” he starts blabbering into your neck, your head tilted back to rest against the shower wall as your moans escape your lips growing louder as he picks up the pace. “baby I'm close fuck- please… tell me when to cum please.” he begs but you decide to ignore him. test his resolve. “babyyy” he whines into a soft sob, knowing exactly what you're doing and panicking that he is won't be able to hold on much longer. 

“not yet.” you manage to gasp before grabbing his head from the nape of his neck to bring him into a deep kiss, and he moans into your mouth. the kiss steadily becomes messier as he gets closer and closer to cumming before he breaks it to beg again.

“baby I'm gonna cum where- fuck oh god- where-”

“inside, maki. please.”

“oh god yes okay-” he gasps into another whiny moan as his hips stutter in their steady rhythm and slow as he cums hard inside of you. despite his arms starting to shake, and his legs feeling like jelly, he knows you haven't cum yet and he's not about to stop this until you do. he starts to pick up the speed of his thrusts again, rolling his hips deeper and matching your pace again, making eye contact with you as you grip his shoulder with one hand and snake your other between the two of you to furiously rub at your clit. maki’s moans are higher pitched and more sobs than anything as his eyes start to well up from overstimulation, but his grip tightens on your thighs, holding you up and continuing his fast pace.

“baby i- im close again.” he gasps, ears turning pink with embarrassment as his eyes beg you to forgive him. 

“m-me too, angel, fuck- i- oh god me too.” you assure him applying more pressure to your clit and digging your nails into his shoulder. it's not long before the tension building in both of your stomachs breaks and you cum around him, hard, and he sobs out a moan as he fills you with his own again. you ride out your highs before coming to a stop finally and he gently lets your feet find the ground again, before collapsing forward into your arms again and burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you.” he whispers before kissing your neck softly. 

“you're welcome.” you giggle, running a soothing hand through his hair and feeling your heart beats speed against one another. you stay like that for a moment longer before finishing up your showers and finally turning off the water. 

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[lunalunelover]

Shower Sex with Maki ♡

warnings and content: smut (minors DNI!!!!), kinda sub maki x dom ?? afab black reader (no pronouns or fem terms used, just anatomy described), established relationship, quickie, p in v, unprotected sex (don't lol), hand job (m receiving), fingering (r receiving), quick nipple play, creampie, fluff if you squint, pwp

word count: 1.2k

kinda proof read... not really tho...

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ fic below the cut♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

when you agreed to showering with maki you did so because you figured it would save you both time, as you had had a slow start to the day and had brunch plans with nicho and euijoo in an hour. It starts off very domestic and tame really, just chatting softly and making each other laugh while getting clean, until he starts to wash his hair and you offer to do it for him. the second your hands are in his hair, lathering the soap from the root to the tip, his eyes fall from yours to your lips and you catch him licking his own and something in the air changes. you tug his hair a little and a sigh falls out of his lips and you smile. his hands find your waist and bring you closer to him, before going to entwine his fingers at the small of your back. your fingers continue to lather the shampoo through his hair but slow to a stop when he dips his head to bring your lips together in an open mouthed kiss. you sigh into each other's mouths and your hands drop to his neck while his drop to your ass and lightly squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from you and making maki smile against your lips when he hears it. 

“youre so beautiful, baby.” he sighs against your skin moving his kisses from your lips to run his tongue along your jaw and continue to kiss down your neck to your chest.

“maki… we don't have time for thi- ahhh” you gasp as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and sucking before letting go with a light pop and smiling at you. “maki…”

“I know, I know but god look at you.” he counters, bringing his hand to your face and up to twirl your coily hair around his finger, marveling at it stretching and springing back to you when he lets go and meets your eyes again. “i just… I need you.” he admits letting his fingers brush your cheek before settling on your waist again. 

you can't help but bite your lip as you stare back at him, the warm slightly steaming water of the shower running through his hair down his broad shoulders and across his beautifully toned chest and stomach. you follow the water trail with your eyes and watch it run over his already half hard cock to the shower floor and you feel your face get warm at the sight of it alone. your fingers itch to wrap around it till hes cumming over and over and crying your name but time. time is of the essence… maybe just one…

“you have me, maki.” you whisper back and his mouth curls into a smile again before meeting your lips. you waste no time running your hands down his chest, brushing and quickly tweaking his nipples the way you know makes him gasp before finally wrapping one hand around his cock and the other gripping his waist. he stops your kiss to rest his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut and mouth parted slightly and gasping as he ever so slightly rolls his hips into your hand.

“mmm fuck baby yeah… you make me so- oh fuck…” he's already putty in your hands, his moans coming out in soft whines and pants making your pussy throb in need.

as if he could sense it, he slides one hand up your body to knead and squeeze one of your breasts while the other slides across your lower stomach and between your legs.

“fuck you're so wet.” he sighs before bring his lips to yours again just as he slides his index finger inside you, curling it as he slowly thrusts in and out and applies a little pressure to your clit with his thumb. 

“maki…” you moan as he adds another finger, picking up the pace, and you follow suit with your strokes and apply a little more pressure. “more.” you gasp as he kisses and licks across your jaw again. he pulls his face away to meet your eyes, fingers still thrusting in and out of you. 

“you sure? I don't- I mean id have to-”

“fuck me maki, please.” you interrupt him and he frankly doesn't need to be told twice. he leans back in to kiss you, both of your hands leaving each other as he backs you against the wall of the shower and lifts your legs up and around his waist as he sinks you down onto him. you both moan at the stretch and he holds you against him for a moment before he slowly starts to move. 

“fuuuck… baby oh- fuck oh my god” he starts blabbering into your neck, your head tilted back to rest against the shower wall as your moans escape your lips growing louder as he picks up the pace. “baby I'm close fuck- please… tell me when to cum please.” he begs but you decide to ignore him. test his resolve. “babyyy” he whines into a soft sob, knowing exactly what you're doing and panicking that he is won't be able to hold on much longer. 

“not yet.” you manage to gasp before grabbing his head from the nape of his neck to bring him into a deep kiss, and he moans into your mouth. the kiss steadily becomes messier as he gets closer and closer to cumming before he breaks it to beg again.

“baby I'm gonna cum where- fuck oh god- where-”

“inside, maki. please.”

“oh god yes okay-” he gasps into another whiny moan as his hips stutter in their steady rhythm and slow as he cums hard inside of you. despite his arms starting to shake, and his legs feeling like jelly, he knows you haven't cum yet and he's not about to stop this until you do. he starts to pick up the speed of his thrusts again, rolling his hips deeper and matching your pace again, making eye contact with you as you grip his shoulder with one hand and snake your other between the two of you to furiously rub at your clit. maki’s moans are higher pitched and more sobs than anything as his eyes start to well up from overstimulation, but his grip tightens on your thighs, holding you up and continuing his fast pace.

“baby i- im close again.” he gasps, ears turning pink with embarrassment as his eyes beg you to forgive him. 

“m-me too, angel, fuck- i- oh god me too.” you assure him applying more pressure to your clit and digging your nails into his shoulder. it's not long before the tension building in both of your stomachs breaks and you cum around him, hard, and he sobs out a moan as he fills you with his own again. you ride out your highs before coming to a stop finally and he gently lets your feet find the ground again, before collapsing forward into your arms again and burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you.” he whispers before kissing your neck softly. 

“you're welcome.” you giggle, running a soothing hand through his hair and feeling your heart beats speed against one another. you stay like that for a moment longer before finishing up your showers and finally turning off the water. 

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[lunalunelover]

how the &team members kiss

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(not in any real order just as i think of it WILL BE ADDING AS I GO!) (o9 ish...) (just jo, k, nicho, and maki rn though)

warnings and content:

includes maki so if you don't want that either scroll or skip his part (he's last) x x, suggestive content in all but maki's, gender and race non specific for reader, making out obvi, verrrry uneven word count distribution my apologies...

jo:

slow, soft, sensual and sweet. when he first kisses you it’s so tentative. he doesn’t hold your face really but presses his fingers to your chin to guide you up to his lips and leaves them there. as he gets more comfortable he is still slow and soft but with more intention. then he holds your face, caresses your cheek, lets out soft gasps as he senses you getting antsy for more. i’m pretty sure he could get off from making out alone come to think of it. he likes how intimate it is and the suspense of it all and wants to take his time to show you how much he cares and also how good you make him feel. just so so sweet the entire time.

k:

starts off slow and firm and then damn near devours you. quick to use his tongue and moves his hands between your hair, your face, and your neck. 100% takes charge from the jump. his gaze shifts before he even touches you and u just know what he's about to do. but at the same time I also believe he's big on random kisses on your cheek or forehead or whatever in passing. hand kisser. with eye contact. and a smirk cause he's gotten to you and he knows it and he finds your reaction amusing and endearing. he kisses up your arm from your inner wrist making eye contact almost the whole way muttering sweet nothings and praise into your skin up your neck nipping your ear and across your jaw before finally kissing you fr. 

nicho:

holds your face with both hands. kisses you like it's going to save his life like it's his last act in the living world and he wants nothing more than to show you how much he loved you all along. his is kinda a devouring kiss too but in a softer passion than k’s. before he kisses you tho when he's holding your face he squishes it a little and lets go cause he knows that pisses you off but he thinks you're hot when you're mad because he's a freak and he smirks at you while you remind him for the thousanth time that you really fucking hate that and oh my god you're so annoying why the fuck are you smi- and then he kisses you again partially to shut u up partially because that was his goal the entire time and you would be more annoyed by that but unfortunately. he's a damn good kisser. aaaand he bites your bottom lip as he pulls away. still smiling. with a fake ass apology falling out of his mouth after and you know it's fake and he knows it's fake and you get annoyed again and he doesn't really give a shit cause he knows ur not actually fr fr mad at him and hmm maybe he kisses your neck as you continue your little rant and nips at ur neck and laughs against your skin when your breath hitches and your voice dies in your throat and he says smthn teasing about how you can keep going hes not sure he's learned his lesson yet and- whatever. oh he licks his lips before he kisses you for the first time while you're ranting and he’s staring at your lips and listening to like none of the words coming out of them staring like a man starved. hence the devouring disarming weak in the knees kiss. 

maki:

also holds your face in both hands but is sweet about it. kisses your forehead and nose before really kissing you. probably also rubs your noses together to make you giggle and then mumbles about how cute you are. hes so doting. his voice softens and gets a little higher pitched than normal when he talks to u right before he kisses you. as smitten as if it was the first kiss even if it's the thousandth. two kinda quick soft pecks before using his tongue idk I have a vision of that. holds your face for leverage but also wouldn't mind if you took charge while you kissed he's just happy to be there. probably giggles into your mouth a bunch just cause he's giddy and smitten and the butterflies are butterfling and his s.o. is just so adorable and wonderful and perfect in his eyes and- sighs.

[lunalunelover]

bubblegum prince 🩷

warnings and content: fluff fluff fluff, maki calls reader "liebling" which is darling in german (if there's fem and masc version spellings of that uhh.... I used whatever google translate gave me so uh...), non specific gender or race reader, idk if theres anything else really I just.... pink maki 😔🩷

word count: ~480

barely proof read sorry... 🧍🏾‍♀️

maki comes over to show you his new hair color, pulling off his sweatshirt hood and beanie and looking at you all shy trying to gauge your reaction. your breath catches in your throat and you move a hand to run through the soft pink strands. he dyed his hair pink…. your favorite shade of pink no less… which of course he knew which is why he was shy to show you because what if you thought that was weird or too much or that it looked bad on him- but those thoughts are dashed from his mind when you pull his face to yours and kiss the top of his head his forehead his nose his cheeks and then his lips. 

“youre bubblegum now!” you remark with a soft giggle that he returns. cute.

“you like it?”

“of course baby it's perfect. you're perfect I… wow wait- no you're perfect. this may be my favorite color you've ever done and that's not just because I love pink.” you assure him playing with his hair again while he wraps his arms around your waist and bring you a little closer to him.

“really?” 

“you look like an angel, maki” he beams at this and you melt. no matter how many times he smiles at you, you'll never get used to watching his dimples bloom as the most adorable smile in the world stretches across his face. and as always your chest swells with pride to be the one who made him smile like that. 

“....you sure you gotta debut this hair you look too good actually... ain't no body need to see this” you half joke and he laughs and kisses you quick. 

“I mean…. I already have the schedule liebling… but I promise not to wander anywhere except right back to you when I have free time ok? I won't bless the world with my perfect self longer than I have to. trust” 

you sigh and roll your eyes jokingly to try and distract from the butterflies you got from him trying out yet another German pet name on you, and focus instead on the little ego trip you accidentally put him on. 

“god you're annoying”

“mmm yeah… but you love it. don't you, baby?” 

“I liked the other nickname better”

“what? liebling?” he asks tilting his head in question and looking adorably puppy-like.

“mmhmm”

“ahhh I see sorry. you love it, liebling” he plants a kiss on your forehead “mien liebling” another kiss, on your nose “mien perfekter liebling” properly kissing your lips this time and sliding his hands up your body from your waist to cup your face in his hands and kiss you deeper. your sighs and smiles mixing in each other's mouths before he pulls away. 

“mien liebling” you whisper back as you run your hand through his blush pink hair which matches the one splashed across his cheeks when he hears it.

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[lunalunelover]

im ovulating can u tell.....

Soft Thoughts for &Team and their S.O. (o9)

warnings and content: it's all fluff every last bit of it, o9, &team x gender neutral reader (tho in harua's I did specify for an afab reader for a part of it!), no specific race/ethnicity for reader, mentions of food in harua and maki's (not sure if that needs a shout out but I've seen it listed in content warnings before so!!)

word count: ~150 each

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koga yudai -

has a special sickeningly cute nickname for you that he made up and is a play on your name. he gets jealous and a little upset if he hears anyone else catch on to it and call you it cause that's his special nickname for you. cue pouty k. but the thing is he pretty much only calls you that when he's his most lovesick and happy. like cuddling in bed with you half drunk with fatigue but wanting to keep talking to you all night. you're urging him to shut up and sleep already (lovingly of course) and he coos the nickname and kisses you and says “wait but I first I forgot to tell you…” and gets wrapped up in another long story but you don't mind cause the nickname softens your heart and his low tired voice is so cute and soothing and soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep in his arms. he probably passes out mid yap too.

fuma -

fuma giving u a pokemon plush that reminds him of u and spraying it in his cologne for u to have when he's not around. probably Eevee. and he says smthn cheesy like “my favorite pokemon for my favorite person” when he gives it to you. he'd get a matching one for himself and shyly ask you to spray your perfume or cologne on it too one day when you're quietly sat on the couch together and when you do he giggles all excited and later that night when he goes home to his place he sends you a picture of him hugging it in bed with his nose buried in it and a “wish it were you instead” message attached. when he goes on trips he takes it with him and takes silly pictures and short videos of he and his Eevee exploring new cities or chilling in the hotel room and would say he's practicing for “the real thing” when he comes back with you. 

ej -

would attempt to surprise you with presents randomly but would be so embarrassingly bad at keeping the secret. like say when y'all are out shopping one day and you point out something you like but wanna wait till you're next paid to buy. he'd go back the next day and buy it for you with all the intentions of keeping it a secret till your next big gift celebration together but he literally cannot contain his excitement. he just giggles at you when you mention the item. or worse, brings it up himself and says things like “maybe you'll see it again soon” with the most obvious smile on his face but because he's cute and trying even though you clocked his ass days ago you play along and when he finally does give it to you you act your ass off and be surprised so he doesn't feel bad because he's damn near buzzing with excitement and tripping over his words trying to do his lead up to the big reveal speech and it's just. so endearing. 

nicho -

i feel like he's a big playlist maker and has one for every emotion and major life event and person made. he probably started making one of songs that make him think of u from the day he realized he liked u till ur 1yr anniversary and shares it then and u can watch him fall deeper in love with every song as you scroll through it. he loves to randomly sing and I feel like he'd like to serenade you. if you like singing too hed probably sing with you sometimes. you'd have a shared playlist of songs you wanna learn together and he'd sneak some from his playlist for you on there. probably would figure out that he loved you based on the songs he sings you before he ever says it. “best part” by Daniel Ceaser and  H.E.R. is definitely on that playlist. 

jo -

loves to take naps with you, to the point that he loses his ability to sleep anywhere anytime because he's not doing it holding you. sometimes will ask you to come over if he's having a particularly hard time falling asleep, and you'll show up to find him groggy and a little pouty but he's brought every pillow and blanket he owns into his room to make a cuddle fort for the two of you. soft lighting and a background noise show playing softly. you'd climb into the basically nest he's created and no matter y'all’s size difference you would let him be the little spoon and lay him on top of you.  he'd hug you with his cheek against your chest and you'd play with his hair and quietly tell talk to him about anything under the sun. between your soft voice vibrating through his skull and your comforting and familiar scent filling his head he'd drift off so quickly and easily and he'd be snoring softly in minutes, and you'd likely soon join him till you both woke up much later in a content post really good nap haze.

yuma -

I feel like he'd send you pictures of things that made him think of you randomly through the day. like sometimes it'll be something based on your interest like a mug with your favorite character on it or hed send you a selfie video in a store running his hand through his hair and smiling and bopping his head along cause they're playing your favorite song on the speakers. or it would be something extra sentimental like seeing a something pretty that matches your eye color, or trying something new at a restaurant because you said you liked it and he wants to taste it himself to understand you better. and you'd call him cute for doing all of this and he'd roll his eyes and brush it off but inside (and frankly outside too, cause yuma gives away his feelings in his smiles) he'd be bubbling with affection for you and happy to know that his cheesy little ways to remind you and show you he loves you are getting the message across. 

harua -

I'm almost certain harua always has a few snacks on him in his pockets or bag or just nearby and easy access but when you guys start dating he starts making sure he always has your favorites in stock too. anytime you guys are at a store with them even if you're not hungry or you don't point them out if he sees you so much as glance at them, he's buying them, cause he knows you're gonna be hungry for it later anyways. he would make care packages for you if you're having a rough week… (afab readers: especially if you're on your period that man is gonna make you the best period care survival packages with snacks that you love but won't make you feel worse and a new plushie to cuddle and one of those cute ones that you can heat up and it becomes a heating pack) and then he would hand deliver it himself and stick around even if he had plans because making sure you feel better and are taking care of yourself is top priority now.

taki -

Taki would leave cute little love notes hidden all over your place every time he comes over and delight in getting random texts with pictures attached of them and you blubbering I love yours or laughing your ass off in voice notes as you find them. he would somehow leave the notes saying exactly what you need to hear and you'd find them exactly when you needed to hear them most. sometimes they'd be something sweet and heartfelt and other times they would be a silly joke or poorly drawn picture of something he saw that day that made him laugh. he would just be your number one happy pill. always knowing how to cheer you up, but also knowing when to give you the space to work through your feelings before coming and trying to make you smile. that being said he's also a good listener and would be happy to hold you while you talk through your grievances with whatever is bothering you and giving “fuck that guy!” input whether he fully understands the situation or not is irrelevant, you feeling supported is all he wants to do.

maki -

home cooked meal dinner dates. he'd learn how to cook some of your favorite foods. if it's something you grew up eating he'd find the most authentic recipe he could or ask your parents for it if he's able to. he would surprise you with a full spread all done on the table when you come over some dates, others he'd want to work through the recipe with you. especially if its a new recipe he found, but he only kinda half follows half goes on instincts. he loves to feed you and be fed tastes of it too, catching your eye and closely studying your reaction cause if it's not perfect he Will Not Serve It To You. he might get a little frustrated if it's not going as well as hed hoped but would easily be calmed by a quick kiss and assurance that you'd eat anything he gave you.  

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[lunalunelover]

pink hair maki is doing irreparable damage to my psyche.

[lunalunelover]

Soft Thoughts for &Team and their S.O. (o9)

warnings and content: it's all fluff every last bit of it, o9, &team x gender neutral reader (tho in harua's I did specify for an afab reader for a part of it!), no specific race/ethnicity for reader, mentions of food in harua and maki's (not sure if that needs a shout out but I've seen it listed in content warnings before so!!)

word count: ~150 each

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koga yudai -

has a special sickeningly cute nickname for you that he made up and is a play on your name. he gets jealous and a little upset if he hears anyone else catch on to it and call you it cause that's his special nickname for you. cue pouty k. but the thing is he pretty much only calls you that when he's his most lovesick and happy. like cuddling in bed with you half drunk with fatigue but wanting to keep talking to you all night. you're urging him to shut up and sleep already (lovingly of course) and he coos the nickname and kisses you and says “wait but I first I forgot to tell you…” and gets wrapped up in another long story but you don't mind cause the nickname softens your heart and his low tired voice is so cute and soothing and soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep in his arms. he probably passes out mid yap too.

fuma -

fuma giving u a pokemon plush that reminds him of u and spraying it in his cologne for u to have when he's not around. probably Eevee. and he says smthn cheesy like “my favorite pokemon for my favorite person” when he gives it to you. he'd get a matching one for himself and shyly ask you to spray your perfume or cologne on it too one day when you're quietly sat on the couch together and when you do he giggles all excited and later that night when he goes home to his place he sends you a picture of him hugging it in bed with his nose buried in it and a “wish it were you instead” message attached. when he goes on trips he takes it with him and takes silly pictures and short videos of he and his Eevee exploring new cities or chilling in the hotel room and would say he's practicing for “the real thing” when he comes back with you. 

ej -

would attempt to surprise you with presents randomly but would be so embarrassingly bad at keeping the secret. like say when y'all are out shopping one day and you point out something you like but wanna wait till you're next paid to buy. he'd go back the next day and buy it for you with all the intentions of keeping it a secret till your next big gift celebration together but he literally cannot contain his excitement. he just giggles at you when you mention the item. or worse, brings it up himself and says things like “maybe you'll see it again soon” with the most obvious smile on his face but because he's cute and trying even though you clocked his ass days ago you play along and when he finally does give it to you you act your ass off and be surprised so he doesn't feel bad because he's damn near buzzing with excitement and tripping over his words trying to do his lead up to the big reveal speech and it's just. so endearing. 

nicho -

i feel like he's a big playlist maker and has one for every emotion and major life event and person made. he probably started making one of songs that make him think of u from the day he realized he liked u till ur 1yr anniversary and shares it then and u can watch him fall deeper in love with every song as you scroll through it. he loves to randomly sing and I feel like he'd like to serenade you. if you like singing too hed probably sing with you sometimes. you'd have a shared playlist of songs you wanna learn together and he'd sneak some from his playlist for you on there. probably would figure out that he loved you based on the songs he sings you before he ever says it. “best part” by Daniel Ceaser and  H.E.R. is definitely on that playlist. 

jo -

loves to take naps with you, to the point that he loses his ability to sleep anywhere anytime because he's not doing it holding you. sometimes will ask you to come over if he's having a particularly hard time falling asleep, and you'll show up to find him groggy and a little pouty but he's brought every pillow and blanket he owns into his room to make a cuddle fort for the two of you. soft lighting and a background noise show playing softly. you'd climb into the basically nest he's created and no matter y'all’s size difference you would let him be the little spoon and lay him on top of you.  he'd hug you with his cheek against your chest and you'd play with his hair and quietly tell talk to him about anything under the sun. between your soft voice vibrating through his skull and your comforting and familiar scent filling his head he'd drift off so quickly and easily and he'd be snoring softly in minutes, and you'd likely soon join him till you both woke up much later in a content post really good nap haze.

yuma -

I feel like he'd send you pictures of things that made him think of you randomly through the day. like sometimes it'll be something based on your interest like a mug with your favorite character on it or hed send you a selfie video in a store running his hand through his hair and smiling and bopping his head along cause they're playing your favorite song on the speakers. or it would be something extra sentimental like seeing a something pretty that matches your eye color, or trying something new at a restaurant because you said you liked it and he wants to taste it himself to understand you better. and you'd call him cute for doing all of this and he'd roll his eyes and brush it off but inside (and frankly outside too, cause yuma gives away his feelings in his smiles) he'd be bubbling with affection for you and happy to know that his cheesy little ways to remind you and show you he loves you are getting the message across. 

harua -

I'm almost certain harua always has a few snacks on him in his pockets or bag or just nearby and easy access but when you guys start dating he starts making sure he always has your favorites in stock too. anytime you guys are at a store with them even if you're not hungry or you don't point them out if he sees you so much as glance at them, he's buying them, cause he knows you're gonna be hungry for it later anyways. he would make care packages for you if you're having a rough week… (afab readers: especially if you're on your period that man is gonna make you the best period care survival packages with snacks that you love but won't make you feel worse and a new plushie to cuddle and one of those cute ones that you can heat up and it becomes a heating pack) and then he would hand deliver it himself and stick around even if he had plans because making sure you feel better and are taking care of yourself is top priority now.

taki -

Taki would leave cute little love notes hidden all over your place every time he comes over and delight in getting random texts with pictures attached of them and you blubbering I love yours or laughing your ass off in voice notes as you find them. he would somehow leave the notes saying exactly what you need to hear and you'd find them exactly when you needed to hear them most. sometimes they'd be something sweet and heartfelt and other times they would be a silly joke or poorly drawn picture of something he saw that day that made him laugh. he would just be your number one happy pill. always knowing how to cheer you up, but also knowing when to give you the space to work through your feelings before coming and trying to make you smile. that being said he's also a good listener and would be happy to hold you while you talk through your grievances with whatever is bothering you and giving “fuck that guy!” input whether he fully understands the situation or not is irrelevant, you feeling supported is all he wants to do.

maki -

home cooked meal dinner dates. he'd learn how to cook some of your favorite foods. if it's something you grew up eating he'd find the most authentic recipe he could or ask your parents for it if he's able to. he would surprise you with a full spread all done on the table when you come over some dates, others he'd want to work through the recipe with you. especially if its a new recipe he found, but he only kinda half follows half goes on instincts. he loves to feed you and be fed tastes of it too, catching your eye and closely studying your reaction cause if it's not perfect he Will Not Serve It To You. he might get a little frustrated if it's not going as well as hed hoped but would easily be calmed by a quick kiss and assurance that you'd eat anything he gave you.  

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[lunalunelover]

damn writing is actually so hard for me cause either i get hit with a Very Specific Vision and then am able to crank out 5k in an hour or im just getting flashes of an idea and no coherent thoughts. rn it's the second one specifically about k like i HAVE things to say but rn my brain is just kinda buzzing as i stare at a picture of him

specifically this picture of him that i saw this morning and have not stopped going back to...

[lunalunelover]

24 hrs later and im still thinking about this....

—DON'T PLAY DUMB 18+

Nakakita Yuma x Female!Reader

warnings/tags: perv!yuma, porn with a little plot, dom!yuma, reader is down bad, dry humping, teasing, dirty talk, possessiveness, slight choking, fingering, face sitting, spanking, p in v, praising, degrading, squirting, creampie, explicit photo is taken at the end, 80% of this is just pure smut lmao

♡ you fold from yuma’s teasing and he gives you the best fuck of your life

w/c: 5.1k (no proofread)

You’d met Yuma through your friends Nicholas and Maki, your best friends, alongside the rest of their friends, and over the past few months you’d been hanging out with him and the boys practically every weekend. What you didn’t know, though, was that Yuma had harbored a huge crush on you since the day he met you, and with it, the most perverted thoughts. Every time you’d bend over to pick something up, the bottom of your lacy panties would peek out from under your skirt, and he would stare, licking his lips. And when you would slip into a tight top without a bra, your breasts would press up and your nipples would harden, making him wonder how his cum would look all over them. Even when you would do the most innocent thing—like showing him your new set of nails—he would picture those polished fingers wrapped around his cock.

He would jerk off to you every night, imagining you sucking him off with your pretty mouth. His intentions towards you were pretty clear, but you were too oblivious to notice. You liked him a lot, more than just a friend, but you had no clue he felt the same way, and you were too scared to initiate anything. But the thing is, he knows about your lil crush on him, and wanted to tease you a little until you finally break. So when Maki brought up the idea of throwing a house party at their place—music, drinks, everyone crashing after—Yuma was thrilled. He knew you’d be there. Knew you’d show up in something cute, probably not even realizing the way you always drove him insane.

The night started off chill. You were curled up on the couch with a drink on the coffee table infront of you, laughing at Nicholas drunkenly trying to freestyle while Maki recorded. Yuma sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, a casual arm thrown behind you on the back of the couch. Every time you leaned forward to take a sip, his eyes dropped to the way your dress dipped just slightly on your cleavage, and every time you weren’t looking, he leaned in a little closer. You thought maybe he was tipsy. Maybe he didn’t realize how close he was. But when you looked up at him and found his eyes already on you, lips parted like he wanted to say something but didn’t—your stomach flipped.

As the night wore on and the group thinned out, Maki dragged Nicholas upstairs, yelling something about making sure he didn’t vomit anywhere. One by one, people started leaving, until it was just you and Yuma in the dim living room, the bass from someone’s playlist still low and thumping through the walls. He let his head rest back on the couch and ran his hand through his hair before turning to look at you. Half lidded eyes, cheeks a bit red from the alcohol. You stared at his neck, how his addams’s apple bobbed when he swallowed and how the light from the led strips on the walls perfectly lit up his face and neck. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked softly, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Your heart stuttered as you realised he’d caught you staring. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you slightly bit your lip. “Like what?”, you mumbled with a nervous chuckle, eyes darting away in a desperate attempt to look anywhere but at him.

He didn’t answer right away. Just kept looking at you, like he could see right through every layer of embarrassment you were trying to hide. His grin deepened, lazy and amused, and then he shifted—turning his body fully toward you, his leg brushing against yours as he placed his hand just above your knee, making your body freeze. “Like you wanna eat me up”, he murmured with a little smirk on his face. Your breath hitched. You glanced at him, wide-eyed, trying to tell if he was serious or just teasing you again. But there was something heavier in his voice this time. Something that made your thighs clench together under your dress. “I don’t—” You started to deflect, but Yuma put his elbow on the couch, his head on his fist and leaned in closer, his voice dropping low near your ear, “Don’t play dumb, baby”. The pet name made you blush even harder, your big eyes locked on his, and his hand started caressing your skin. “You know I’ve been watching you, right?” he said, his fingers brushing lightly along the side of your thigh, moving further up, agonisingly slow. “The way you dress around me, the way you laugh and blush everytime i give you attention…”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and searching. “You think I haven’t noticed?” You swallowed hard, heart thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it. “I don’t know what you mean,” you whispered, but your voice wavered, giving you away. Yuma smiled again, satisfied, and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering at the side of your jaw. “I think you do.” He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away—but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not when he was looking at you like that, like he was starving and you were the only thing on the menu. His nose brushed against yours, lips so close they ghosted over your mouth when he spoke. “Been jerking off to you for months,” he murmured. “Ever since the day we met, when you wore that cute skirt of yours.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, already breathless, frozen in place under the weight of his voice.

The smug heat in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. Just like that, he had you wrapped around his finger again. “I wanted to wait until you cracked first,” he said, knuckles brushing up your inner thigh, reaching closer and closer to where you needed it the most, “but I think I’m done playing.” You didn’t mean to lean in. It just happened—drawn to him and his stupid lips. Your lips brushed his, featherlight, and for a second, neither of you moved. Then his hand slid to the back of your neck and pulled you the rest of the way in. He kissed you like he owned your breath, like every sound you made belonged to him, slow but hungry. His hand slid up further up your thigh, firm and unapologetic, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you closer, making your leg fall between his and lean closer. You gasped into his mouth when he squeezed, and he took full advantage, tongue slipping past your lips, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, harder.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, hips squirming under his touch, dress riding up just enough to expose the lower curve of your ass. “Fuck,” he muttered against your mouth, “Been dying to do this.” You barely registered the words, too lost in the way his hand slid higher, over the thin piece of fabric of your panties on your hip. His grip tightened, feeling the curve of you on his palm. When he finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, breath shaky, pupils blown. Yuma’s eyes dragged down your body like he was undressing you right there on the couch. And then his voice dropped, low and certain, “Let’s go upstairs. Now.”

Your breath hitched again at the command in his voice. He was already moving, already reaching for your hand like he wasn’t giving you a chance to second-guess. His fingers laced with yours, and you let him pull you up from the couch, your legs barely keeping up with your racing heart and throbbing core. You followed him up the stairs and through the quiet hallway, your hand tight in his. As you walked outside of Nicholas’s room, you spotted Maki passed out on the bed, his arm slung dramatically over Nicholas’s chest where he lay drooling beside him. Neither of them stirred as Yuma led you past.He opened the guest room door, not even bothering to turn the lights on. The faint glow from the city and the moon was just enough. He closed the door behind you, then turned to face you.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything else. Yuma stepped in close, hands slipping around your waist to pull you against him. His lips found yours again, this time slower, less rushed, but deeper, like he was savoring it. His fingers slid down your back, then lower, gripping your ass under the fabric of your dress and pulling you flush against the hard bulge in his sweats. “You have no idea,” he murmured between kisses, “how many times I’ve imagined this.” You whimpered softly, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he walked you back toward the bed. He sat down first, then tugged you onto his lap with practiced ease, your thighs straddling his as his lips found your neck. He sucked at the spot just below your ear, biting lightly, soothing it with his tongue before moving lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck to your collarbone. Each kiss was wetter, messier, his mouth leaving heat and spit and little groans against your skin as he dragged his tongue lazily over the spot he’d just sucked.

You couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, slow and shaky, grinding down on the thick length pressing up through his sweats. The friction made your breath catch, made you cling tighter to his shirt as your thighs trembled around him. “Fuck—so needy for me already, huh?” he teased, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. “Yuma…” you whined, voice barely above a whisper. His grip on your hips tightened, guiding your rhythm as he tilted his head back to look at you, lips red and shiny from kissing. “Yeah? You feel how hard you’re making me, baby?” Your only answer was a soft, desperate moan as you rocked against him again, your panties damp and clinging to you beneath your dress. Yuma leaned forward, licking a stripe up your neck before sucking another very visible mark into your skin, right over your collarbone, slow and possessive. Your hips moved on instinct now, slow, needy rolls that made your clit throb with every drag of your soaked panties against the thick ridge of his cock beneath the fabric.

You could barely keep your eyes open, lashes fluttering as your head tipped forward in the crook of his neck. Yuma sighed softly, one hand still gripping your hip while the other slid up, fingers slipping under your dress. He didn’t stop until his fingertips brushed between your thighs, dragging over the front of your panties—slow at first, then pressing in to feel just how wet you were. “Oh, fuck…” he breathed, a teasing smirk appearing on his lips. “You’re soaked. You like me that much?” You whimpered again, “Mhm…”, nodding, thighs twitching as his fingers pressed down more firmly, rubbing the slick fabric against your swollen clit. Yuma licked his lips, eyes locked on your face as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. The moment his fingers met your bare heat, you left a small gasp, gripping him tighter.

“Shit, baby. You’re dripping.” His fingers slid through your folds, slow and teasing, before circling your clit with a firm, deliberate touch. You whined, thighs parting further for him. Then, without warning, he pressed one finger inside, slow and deep, watching the way your face twisted, the way your body arched into his. The stretch made your breath hitch, your nails digging into his shoulders. He gave you just a second to adjust before slipping in a second finger, having him groaning into your neck. “That’s it,” he whispered, curling them slightly, dragging them against the spot that made your legs tremble. He worked them in and out, slow at first, drawing soft, wet sounds from between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit with maddening control.

You were already falling apart on his lap, hips grinding down to chase the rhythm, and Yuma was eating up every second of it, how needy, and pliant you were just for him. “My dirty, dirty girl,” he teased, lips brushing your cheek. Yuma pulled his fingers from you, watching them glisten before dragging them slowly across your inner thigh, smearing your arousal over your skin. Then he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Lay down for me.” he said, low and commanding. You nodded, breathless and dizzy, and moved without hesitation, back hitting the mattress and thighs still trembling. Yuma followed without missing a beat, eyes locked on you like he couldn’t get enough. He crawled over you, caging you in beneath him as his lips crashed into yours, hungry and rough this time. There was no patience left, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, your whimpers and moans muffled by his mouth as he kissed you like he needed you to breathe. His hands were everywhere—palming your waist, tugging at your dress, sliding up your sides until he pulled it up and over your head in one swift motion.

You gasped as the air hit your skin, his gaze dropped to take you in. “Fuck,” he muttered, dragging his hands slowly down your stomach. “So pretty laid out f’me.” He leaned back in, kissing you again, slower now but just as deep, his hand slipping behind your back to undo your bra and his mouth found your neck, leaving soft kisses on the skin. Once it came off, he tossed it aside and immediately dipped his head down, mouth closing around your nipple. He sucked, slow and deep, letting his tongue swirl over your nipple while his hand kneaded the other, fingers tugging and teasing until you were arching into him, breath hitching with every pull of his mouth. Then he moved to the other, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue. His mouth roamed, dragging wet kisses across the curves of your tits, leaving hickeys wherever he wanted.

Every mark he sucked into your skin throbbed with heat, and the slick trail of spit he left behind glistened under the low light. “Look at these perfect fucking tits,” he muttered against your skin, voice low and hoarse, tongue flicking lazily over one nipple before sucking again, hard enough to draw another desperate moan from your throat. “All mine.” His hand roamed lower on your tummy, caressing it softly without stopping his mouth. You whimpered, breath shaky, hands tangled in his hair. “Please…” His brows lifted, lips twitching into a filthy smirk. “Please what, baby?” he taunted, reaching down to palm your thigh, squeezing it as he kissed just below your breast. “You gotta tell me.” “I need you, Yuma,” you breathed, hips twitching. “Please…” “Oh, you need me?” he echoed, clearly getting off on your desperation. “Need to cum like a little slut while I’m sucking on your pussy?” He chuckled under his breath, eyes flicking up to yours.

“Mhm, please Yuma, need it.” His hand dragged slowly down your thigh, lips brushing over your skin, and when he reached the edge of your panties, his fingers hooked into the waistband and tugged them down. The cool air kissed your wet heat as he slid the fabric down your legs, his eyes locked on the way your arousal clung to your folds, glistening. “Fuck…” he whispered like it was a prayer, the sight alone enough to make him throb in his sweats. He dropped your panties on the floor and slipped his fingers between your thighs, parting you with two fingertips. His touch was gentle at first, sliding between your folds, dragging slowly through your slick just to feel how messy you already were. “Cute” he whispered, more to himself, rubbing circles around your clit before sliding lower, teasing at your entrance without pushing in. “You’re so wet, baby.” You let out a soft whimper, hips shifting under his hand, trying to chase more pressure.

Yuma grinned, smug, as he brought his fingers back up and spread your slick on your clit. “Sit on my face.” he commanded, voice low and serious. Your breath hitched, eyes snapping to his. “W-What…?” “I said sit on my face.” His eyes darkened as he looked up at you, jaw clenched slightly. “Don’t be all shy now.” You froze, face burning, thighs instinctively trying to close. Your hands fidgeted at your sides as your voice came out small. “I-I’ve never—I can’t-” “Yes you can.” he cut you off, tongue wetting his bottom lip as he sat up slowly on the bed, one hand firm on your waist. pulling you onto his lap, fingers gripping your thighs as he shifted you to straddle him—but not to sit fully. Just enough to hover over him, your soaked pussy glistening inches from his mouth. “Come on, baby” You tried to keep your weight off, unsure, trembling, but Yuma wasn’t having it. “Sit this sweet pussy on my fucking face,” he said, voice sharp. You hesitated, eyes wide, but he narrowed his gaze and grabbed a handful of your ass, pulling you down.

As soon as your folds touched his mouth, you moaned and immediately put your hands on the headboard. His tongue licked a thick stripe up your slit before flattening against your clit. “Shit, baby,” he groaned against you, breath hot. “You taste so fuckin’ good.” He grabbed both cheeks of your ass and grinded you down harder, his tongue fucking into you now, licking, slurping, messily devouring your pussy while his nose pressed right against your clit. You whined from the pleasure, your hand moved to grip his hair, thighs trembling as you started moving—tentative at first, then grinding down onto his tongue, chasing the way he flicked it against your clit. Yuma groaned, sucking hard, fingers digging into your ass to hold you there. “There you go,” he panted, “That’s it. Rub that pretty pussy all over my fucking face.” Your hips stuttered as you rode his face, the filthy sounds of his mouth working between your thighs echoing in the room. His tongue flicked mercilessly at your clit, mouth wet and open, then shoving it deep inside your hole. You were trembling, legs shaking, moans spilling uncontrollably from your lips. “Yuma—I’m… I’m gonna—”

He didn’t stop. He grabbed your ass tighter, pulling you down harder against his face, smothering himself in your pussy like he wanted to drown in it. He hummed into you, voice muffled by your cunt, and the vibration of it made your back arch. “Cum on my tongue,” he rasped when he finally pulled back just long enough to speak. His lips were slick with your arousal, chin wet, eyes blown with lust. And after some seconds, came. The orgasm ripped through you fast and violent, your whole body going tight as your thighs clamped around his head. You cried out, grinding down against his face as your pussy throbbed and pulsed on his tongue. Yuma moaned like he was getting off just from tasting you, licking up every drop. “Good girl.” he whispered against your soaked cunt. Before you could catch your breath, Yuma’s hands were already on your waist. He flipped you easily, your back hitting the mattress as he loomed over you, his body casting a shadow in the dim light.

His hands braced on either side of your head, his face still glistening with your slick, and that filthy smirk never left his lips. He leaned in to kiss you hungrily, making you taste yourself from his mouth, then pulling away quickly. “Look at you,” he muttered, eyes dragging slowly down your body. “All fucked out already, and I haven’t even put it in yet.” He sat up on his knees and grabbed his shirt, yanking it off in one smooth motion. Your eyes immediately dropped to his chest—broad and toned, your thighs immediately pressing together again. He noticed, and his smirk deepened. “You like what you see, baby?” he teased, voice low and cocky. You nodded, biting your lip, then his hands moved down to his waistband, pushing his sweats down just enough to reveal the thick bulge straining against his boxers. He palmed himself over the fabric, watching your reaction like it was his favorite show. His cock twitched under the touch, already leaking a dark spot through the material.

You reached your arm to his thigh desperately trying to pull him closer, his hand squeezing around his length .“You want it this bad?” You nodded quickly, dazed and needy, thighs clenching again at the sight of him. “Nah, say it,” he ordered, voice sharp, dominant. “Use that pretty mouth. Tell me how bad you want it.” “I—I want it,” you breathed, eyes locked on the heavy outline in his boxers. “Want your cock, Yuma. Please.” your hand moving further up. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “You sound so good when you beg.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband and finally tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock—and fuck was he big. Thick, veiny, flushed red at the tip and already leaking. Your mouth went dry at the sight of it. Yuma stroked himself once, slow, precum smearing over his fist. “Eyes up.” he said, grabbing your jaw hard and tilting your face toward him. “You’re gonna take every inch like a good girl, yeah?” You nodded helplessly, and he leaned in, mouth brushing yours again as he lined himself up with your entrance. He gripped the base of his cock and dragged it slowly through your folds, groaning low as your slick coated him from base to tip. He ran it up and down your pussy, smearing his precum against your clit, your breath catching each time he nudged the sensitive bundle.

You whimpered, hips bucking just the slightest bit, trying to chase the pressure, needing him to give you more. But Yuma just chuckled, low and perverted, his eyes glued to the way your pussy glistened under the head of his cock. He gave a few more lazy glides, letting the swollen head of his cock tap against your clit just to hear your breath hitch. “I should make you beg again. But you’ve been so good for me tonight.” He aligned himself at your entrance again, teasing the tip just barely inside, then paused. “Take a breath,” he whispered, eyes flicking up to yours, voice calm. And then he pushed in. Slow at first, just the thick head stretching you open, making your back arch and your hands grip his biceps. “Fuck—Yuma” you gasped, your voice high and trembling as your walls clenched around him. “Thaaat’s it.” He groaned, jaw tight, watching your pussy swallow him inch by inch. “Fucking tight…shit.” He pushed deeper, the stretch nearly overwhelming, your breath coming in short little whimpers as he filled you to the hilt. His hips finally met yours, buried so deep it made your stomach flutter. He didn’t move right away. He just held himself there, grinding his hips into yours in slow, deliberate circles, making sure you felt every single inch.

He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, hard. You cried out, body jolting beneath him as he set a brutal rhythm, each thrust deep, like he wanted to fuck the shape of him into your walls. His hands gripped your hips, dragging you down to meet every stroke, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the dark room. “Say it,” he panted, his pace unrelenting. “Say you’re mine.” “I—I’m yours, Yuma!” you moaned, voice high and shaking. “All yours!” He leaned down, teeth grazing your neck as he fucked you harder, the bed creaking under his pace. “Damn right you are.” Yuma groaned against your neck, biting down just hard enough to make your back arch and then kissing the same spot. His fingers wrapped around your throat, his other gripped your waist, pounding into you. Your moans came out in broken little sobs, your hands scrambling to hold onto his hair as each thrust knocked the breath out of you. He was so deep, thick and stretching you to your limit, the sound of his hips slapping against your soaked cunt obscene in the dark room. His hand slipped from your waist to your lower belly, pressing down firmly, and you gasped when you felt it. The thick bulge of his cock, deep and pulsing, outlined under the skin. "Fuck, baby" he rasped, palm flattening over the spot. "Look how deep i am." Your breath hitched, legs trembling around him as he kept thrusting. "Taking me so damn good." he muttered, his hand sliding up to your breast, giving it a squeeze. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Yum-ma~ I’m c-close! Without warning, he pulled out, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Your pussy clenching around nothing. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over easily, pressing your face into the pillows as he pulled your ass up. “Stay just like that” he ordered, voice low and serious. You barely had a second to breathe before he slammed back in, the force of it making your whole body jolt. You moaned into the sheets, drool slicking the pillow as he pounded into you from behind, raw and relentless. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you back into every thrust. He groaned, pulling out just enough to see the mess he was making. His cock gleamed with your slick, coated from base to tip, and where your bodies met, a creamy white ring, thick and sticky around him. “Fucking slut, creaming all over me.” You whined, flushed and wrecked, as he pushed back in, burying himself in and slapping your ass hard.

“You’re mine” he growled against your spine, hips slamming into you again and again. “You fucking belong to me.” He reached forward, fingers twisting into your hair and yanking you upright against his chest. The sudden pain made you cry out, your hands flying to the headboard again gripping it tight as his other hand slid down between your legs. His fingers found your swollen clit, rubbing slow, messy circles that sent a white-hot jolt through your core. You sobbed, grinding helplessly against him. “You like this, baby?” he whispered, filthy and smug right against your ear. “Like being used like this, takin’ my cock while I play with this little pussy?” “Mhm” you whimpered, nodding your head fast. Your whole body trembled, the pleasure hitting sharp and deep on your cervix, and then you started to move. Hips rolling back against him, desperate for more. You rocked yourself along his length, fucking yourself on him, your thighs shaking as the slick, wet sound of it got even louder.

“Just like that,” he grunted, jaw clenched. “Fuck yourself on my dick, baby.” His hand never left your clit, keeping up that relentless pressure as you moved on him, over and over, taking him deeper each time. His cock hit that spot inside you perfectly, again and again, until your moans turned into broken high pitched cries. Yuma snapped, his grip tightened, both hands snapping back to your waist as he slammed into you hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. He pulled you back onto his cock, pounded into you relentlessly, each thrust hitting so deep your ass shook. “F–fuck, Yuma,” you choked out, voice high and shaking. “ s’too much, f—feels like I’m gonna p-pee—” His dick twitched in you, one hand sneaking around to slap down on your clit again, fast and messy. “Shit, let go, baby, trust me.” “Yuma—!” Your whole body tensed, then snapped. A cry ripped from your throat as you squirted around him, soaking his thighs, his cock, the sheets. His hips didn’t stop, watching the mess you made all over him. “Fuck, that’s my girl.” he hissed, eyes locked on where your cunt clenched around him, your slick pouring down his shaft. “Fuckin’ drenched me.”

You could only moan, every sound helpless, your body trembling under the overwhelming rhythm of his hips. He pressed forward, his chest flush against your back, breath hot on your neck. “Gonna cum in you,” he sighed, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every thrust. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby.” You sobbed his name, walls fluttering around him and making him whimper into your ear. His pace slowed down, sloppy and messy, slapping and grabbing on your ass, until he slammed into you one last time, his cock twitched as warm strings of cum filled up your insides. He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavy against your back, one hand still gripping your hip like he never wanted to let go. He slowly pulled back just enough to watch your swollen folds still wrapped around the base of his cock, his cum already beginning to drip out of you. You were trembling, breathless, face down on the mattress with your ass still raised for him like his perfect little masterpiece.

“Fuck,” he muttered, biting his lip as he reached for his phone on the nightstand, not even hesitating. You whimpered softly, your face flushed, hazy and fucked-out as he angled the phone “Stay like that,” he said, thumb swiping the screen to find the camera. “Gotta have this—look how messy you are f’me.” The shutter clicked once, twice. A picture of your ass spread by his big hand, your pussy glistening and dripping with his cum. He set the phone down again and leaned over you, large hand brushing sweaty hair from your cheek before pressing a kiss to your temple. “So good for me,” he whispered, gently easing out of you. The drag of his softening length made you whimper again, sensitive and spent. You felt the bed shift as he got up, only to return with a towel. He cleaned you slowly, his touch soft and patient as he wiped between your thighs. “Got you, baby,” he said, pressing another kiss to your lower back.

“You did so good. Took it all for me.” Once you were clean, he crawled back into bed and pulled you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms, his hand rubbing soft circles into your back. “Let’s stay like this for a bit” he murmured, lips brushing your forehead. “Then we can sleep at my place, hm?” You nodded sleepily against his chest, your body relaxed, arm wrapped around him pulling him closer, softly kissing his collarbone as he stroked your hair.

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A/N: this would’ve been so much better and so much more detailed but i’m too lazy to rewrite some parts and also i have no idea if there’s any mistakes i don’t wanna read it again pls tell me if there’s any

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how the &team members kiss

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(not in any real order just as i think of it WILL BE ADDING AS I GO!) (o9 ish...) (just jo, k, nicho, and maki rn though)

warnings and content:

includes maki so if you don't want that either scroll or skip his part (he's last) x x, suggestive content in all but maki's, gender and race non specific for reader, making out obvi, verrrry uneven word count distribution my apologies...

jo:

slow, soft, sensual and sweet. when he first kisses you it’s so tentative. he doesn’t hold your face really but presses his fingers to your chin to guide you up to his lips and leaves them there. as he gets more comfortable he is still slow and soft but with more intention. then he holds your face, caresses your cheek, lets out soft gasps as he senses you getting antsy for more. i’m pretty sure he could get off from making out alone come to think of it. he likes how intimate it is and the suspense of it all and wants to take his time to show you how much he cares and also how good you make him feel. just so so sweet the entire time.

k:

starts off slow and firm and then damn near devours you. quick to use his tongue and moves his hands between your hair, your face, and your neck. 100% takes charge from the jump. his gaze shifts before he even touches you and u just know what he's about to do. but at the same time I also believe he's big on random kisses on your cheek or forehead or whatever in passing. hand kisser. with eye contact. and a smirk cause he's gotten to you and he knows it and he finds your reaction amusing and endearing. he kisses up your arm from your inner wrist making eye contact almost the whole way muttering sweet nothings and praise into your skin up your neck nipping your ear and across your jaw before finally kissing you fr. 

nicho:

holds your face with both hands. kisses you like it's going to save his life like it's his last act in the living world and he wants nothing more than to show you how much he loved you all along. his is kinda a devouring kiss too but in a softer passion than k’s. before he kisses you tho when he's holding your face he squishes it a little and lets go cause he knows that pisses you off but he thinks you're hot when you're mad because he's a freak and he smirks at you while you remind him for the thousanth time that you really fucking hate that and oh my god you're so annoying why the fuck are you smi- and then he kisses you again partially to shut u up partially because that was his goal the entire time and you would be more annoyed by that but unfortunately. he's a damn good kisser. aaaand he bites your bottom lip as he pulls away. still smiling. with a fake ass apology falling out of his mouth after and you know it's fake and he knows it's fake and you get annoyed again and he doesn't really give a shit cause he knows ur not actually fr fr mad at him and hmm maybe he kisses your neck as you continue your little rant and nips at ur neck and laughs against your skin when your breath hitches and your voice dies in your throat and he says smthn teasing about how you can keep going hes not sure he's learned his lesson yet and- whatever. oh he licks his lips before he kisses you for the first time while you're ranting and he’s staring at your lips and listening to like none of the words coming out of them staring like a man starved. hence the devouring disarming weak in the knees kiss. 

maki:

also holds your face in both hands but is sweet about it. kisses your forehead and nose before really kissing you. probably also rubs your noses together to make you giggle and then mumbles about how cute you are. hes so doting. his voice softens and gets a little higher pitched than normal when he talks to u right before he kisses you. as smitten as if it was the first kiss even if it's the thousandth. two kinda quick soft pecks before using his tongue idk I have a vision of that. holds your face for leverage but also wouldn't mind if you took charge while you kissed he's just happy to be there. probably giggles into your mouth a bunch just cause he's giddy and smitten and the butterflies are butterfling and his s.o. is just so adorable and wonderful and perfect in his eyes and- sighs.

[lunalunelover]

soft and slow w/ jo

idk about any plot just walk with me here ok... I had a vision...

warnings and content:

making out with soft dom jo, sub (gender neutral!) reader ig but not really ?? idk but not dom, newly established relationship, dry humping, jo cums in his pants xoxo, jo to reader pet names "baby" and "angel"

everything i type is in lowercase sorry xx

word count: ~750

jo leans in to kiss you for the first time and the air around you is electric, every nerve is on end, you’re aware of his and your every move. how his fingers reach to tilt your chin up towards his lips before they softly meet yours and just like that, you melt into him. jo’s fingers move to hold your face, not firm, but in such a way that still makes you feel that he holds the pace, and the control. he doesn’t part his lips at first, just pecking yours soft and prolonged, smiling a little against them,

“your’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he pauses, leaning his forehead against yours. “i just… i really like you i- i wanna take my time with you. wanna show you how much i do.” he says and you sigh a dazed “oh…” in response before he closes the distance again. 

you feel his tongue swipe across your lips, begging entry, and you eagerly let him. he slowly, painfully slowly, lets his tongue explore your month and tangle with your own, letting out soft gasps and sighs as he takes quick pauses for air. he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, just barely brushing your hairline as he starts to kiss you a bit firmer. but it’s not enough. 

you shift a bit so you’re sat on his lap, angling his head back and grabbing a fist full of his hair and he gasps which makes you smile into the kiss. but then you feel his hand move to your chin again, gripping it and pushing your head away, your lips chasing his as you loose contact with a pout. 

“joooo.” you whine, but he just frowns at you. 

“slow down, angel… or we stop.” he warns, his voice a needy rasp but his tone firm. almost commanding. 

you reluctantly nod and he brings your faces close together again until finally, your lips meet. he caresses your cheek and hums in approval as he senses you let him take the lead again, and he gives in to your need a bit by kissing you firmer, but still so. slow. you, however, can sense a growing bulge in his pants and you whine and grind down on him a little, making him groan in response. his hands drop to your waist as yours tangle in his hair again and he gently guides your hips down on him, gasping into your mouth at the friction. 

“fuck, angel…” he whispers, his voice low and thick with need. he moves to kiss along your jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses up and down your neck before connecting with your lips again at a faster pace than before, biting and sucking on your lip a bit before sliding his tongue back into your mouth and relishing in how your moans are muffled by him again and he can feel the knot in his stomach close to snapping. “you feel so good grinding on me like that baby. you’re gonna make me cum from this alone i…” his voice cuts off in a whine as you gently tug at the hair at the base of his neck and he ruts up into you while grinding your hips into him, harder now. 

he quickly flips you onto your back, reconnecting with your lips hungrily and placing your thigh between his own, shamelessly rubbing himself on you and panting into your mouth. one hand squeezing your waist while the reaches for your face again caressing your cheek as his hips start to move sporadically and soon enough he lets out a low moan and shudders on top of you as he cums. he continues to kiss you through his high, back to the slow soft pace he stared with giggling a little and finally pulling away to gaze down at you lovingly, ears tinged pink and a goofy smile on his face. 

“god…” he trails off and bites his lip before letting his weight fall onto you as he buries his face in your neck and you both giggle, cuddled up together before he sits up and looks down at you still smiling, and the hungry look flashing in his eyes again. “okay your turn now…” he giggles before kissing you slow and starting it all up again.

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master list ~

guide:

❤️‍🔥 for smut (MINORS DNI)

💗 for fluff

🤍 for suggestive

&team:

k ~ none yet

fuma ~

giving fuma head (drabble) ~200 wods

ej ~ none yet

nicholas ~

smoke session with nicho 4k words ❤️‍🔥

yuma ~ none yet

jo ~

soft and slow (drabble) 750 words ❤️‍🔥

harua ~ none yet

taki ~ none yet

maki ~

bubblegum prince (drabble) 490 words 💗

shower sex quickie 1.2k words ❤️‍🔥💗

o9/multiple members ~

&team and the type of kissers they are (wip) ❤️‍🔥💗🤍

&team fluff with their s.o. headcanons 💗

[lunalunelover]

smoke session with nicho

warnings and content : afab fem reader, soft dom nicholas, switchy sub afab fem reader, weed consumption, use of “good girl” and “sir”, thigh riding, handjob, unprotected sex (don't do that lol), creampie, fingering, oral (reader receiving), and cum eating

word count: ~4k

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Ever since Nicholas found out that you smoked weed he’s been dropping hints about wanting to smoke with you every time you hang out. Today, after a long day of classes, and finally a weekend of nothing in particular planned you decide to finally bite and ask him over.

While going to grab your stash and pink rolling paper from your desk drawer you hear your phone ping and light up with a “here :p” text from Nicho. 

“Hey!” He greets with that cheeky little grin of his, leaning down to give you a quick hug before you step aside and let him into your apartment. 

It’s small, nothing too crazy since you’re living on your own, and a little dingy appliances wise but you were lucky enough to get cheap rent from a landlord who didn’t care if you stank up the hallway a few times a week with your solo “decompression time” so you didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. Nicho kicks off his shoes at the door before settling himself on your couch and and dropping the plastic shopping bag you just realized he’s holding on the coffee table in front of him. 

“What did ya bring?”

“Snacks! I thought it was fair since you’re hosting, and providing, and from the looks of it, rolling.” he says gesturing to the rollers box in your hand while taking out a variety of chips and drinks and instant ramen cups from the bag. 

“Damn, well aren’t you a good smoking buddy!” You smile, and sit next to him on the couch, gently pushing some of the bag contents out of your way to have space to get to work. 

“I’ve never rolled my own before.” he suddenly admits, coming to sit a bit closer to you and watch while you put the weed pellets in the grinder.

“It’s not that hard for real, just takes some practice to get it right. I only started rolling my own like…. I dunno a little over a year ago now? Had to. I live alone now, obviously, so I don’t have anyone to do it for me.” you shrug, spilling the crushed weed into a prepped pink paper, quickly and carefully and rolling it like the expert you are. Nicholas whistles in awe. 

“You’re good! Your paper’s cute too.” He says nodding in approval. You thank him and get to work rolling a second joint for yourself while he settles back on the couch and flicks the lighter on. “You wanna watch something?” 

“Sure, I’m in the middle of rewatching New Girl if that’s fine?” 

“I haven’t seen it but that’s cool, you quote it a lot so I know it’s funny.” He says shooting you a smile which you return and sit back next to him, shoulder to shoulder. 

You turn your head to him so he can light your joint with the lighter he’s already got held up and lit for you and for a second your eyes meet from across the flame before you take a drag and turn your head forward to blow it out. 

You and Nicho…. are friends you guess. Always ending up at the same functions and hanging out together cause you really do get along well. He’s funny, and easy going, and always asking cutely inquisitive questions about you. You’ve grown fond of him, though you have never hung out one on one, despite wanting to more and more as of late. 

However, part of why you have been semi ignoring his hints to smoke together is for two very important reasons. One: You have been developing a bit of a massive crush on him for a few weeks now. You’re not sure what changed really. You’ve always found him attractive and he’s always been pretty comfortable to be around, but you noticed a shift in his gaze at you last time him, Fuma, Ej and you went out into town together. Maybe it was just the drinks or the lighting but you could’ve sworn he looked at you like he was going to try to kiss you that night. Doesn’t help that he decided to choose that day to break the touch barrier with you and has been more comfortable initiating it. Even now, sitting next to you, he’s absent mindedly drumming his fingers on your knee. Course he hasn’t looked at you like that since, but you wonder if he will again today. Since he’ll be intoxicated again. And you wonder if he’ll actually act on it this time now that you’re alone. Not just wonder. Hope. Which brings you to reason number two. Something about weed makes you extra horny. You genuinely have no idea what it is but every single time you’ve smoked with someone that you were attracted to you ended up hooking up. It lowers your defenses that you have so carefully put up so as not to bother or make anyone uncomfortable, while also completely taking away your filter. Both mental and verbal. That would normally stop you from saying or doing anything suggestive in mixed company. 

Yet… you’ve been single for at least six months now, you have this place all to yourself, and your annoyingly attractive and maybe flirtatious friend practically begged you to smoke with him. Who were you to say no when all the variables were quite nicely in place?

You knew your high was starting to hit when you found yourself giggling at jokes you’ve long since stopped laughing at in your rewatches since you knew they were coming, how the light of the Tv screen seemed shaper and more hard to ignore than before, and how you were oh so very aware of Nicho’s hand on your knee which has now switched from drumming to drawing small unrecognizable shapes on your knee and lower thigh. You feel yourself start to take shallower breaths as a feeling starts to grow in your stomach and you feel your face start to heat up a little. 

“You okay?” You hear Nicho’s voice ask, and you slowly turn to meet his piercing gaze from next to you. The Look is back. Here we go…

“Mmm? No yeah I’m… I’m fine why?” 

“You’re breathing weird and you got all tense suddenly, thought you were about to panic or something.” he continues, sounding genuinely concerned but you have a hard time focusing on that with the way you notice his eyes land on your lips for a beat before dropping all the way to your thigh as he taps it. “Your leg flexed up.”

“Did it?”

“Yeah… You sure you’re fine?” He asks again, tilting his head a little and making the effect of his gaze all the more enticing. 

“I’m sure. You just- I mean I don’t know. Weed makes me. Feel weird. Sometimes. It’s nothing don’t worry about it.”

“I just what?”

“What?”

“I just what? You started to say something and then bullshit your way out of it. I just what?” 

“You… I don’t know you make me nervous I guess. And your hand feels nice on my knee- or whatever.” Your mutter quickly, refusing to meet his eyes, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he replies.

“Oh?”

“I guess.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous, by the way.”

“What?” You turn to him this time, blinking in surprise. You didn’t expect him to flirt so readily, especially when your own flirting was so awkward and indirect but he just smiles at you.

“I saaaaid”, he leans towards you a bit, deliberately staring at your lips now, as his hand slides up your thigh a bit more, making your breath catch in anticipation. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” he repeats breaking his gaze with your lips to lean back and take a hit from his joint. You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Not you teasing me…”

“Am I?” he asks, blowing the smoke out to the side. 

“Leaning in like that like you’re gonna kiss me and then… not.” You take a hit of your own joint now, a little annoyed with how easily you’re giving away your feelings to him after having held back from being so direct for weeks. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” You breathe out, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Won’t happen again, promise.” he responds, smiling that annoyingly charming smile again and leaning towards you once more. 

Your heart races as he finally closes the gap between you, and the kiss is so soft and disarming you almost completely loose your senses and drop the still lit joint you hold between your fingers. He pulls back and leans away from you to put out the light on his and set it on the coffee table before swiftly pulling you onto his lap. You blink down at him, reaction time slowed by the weed filling your brain and tilt your head in question. 

“Always thought you’d look pretty looking down at me. Wanted to test the theory out.” He says, cupping your face with his hand and brushing his thumb across your bottom lip while he does. Your breath catches in your throat and you let out a small “oh.” in response. To which he giggles. His giggles are adorable to be frank. Just as soft and disarming as the kiss. He then takes the joint from between your fingers and relights it, holding it to his lips and not breaking eye contact with you as he takes a long drag. 

He then beckons to you with a finger and you lean forward a little with your mouth open a bit, catching his drift already. He puckers his lips to blow smoke at you which you inhale greedily with your eyes fluttering shut. His lips meet yours before you’re able to breathe out again, making your head woozy with lust, weed, and lack of oxygen but it feels so… so good. So much so that when he breaks the kiss to start kissing you along your jaw and down your neck while running his hand along your thigh you let out a small moan. 

“Feel good, baby?” 

Baby the sudden nickname would’ve been enough to make you moan again on its own, but then he started to bite and lick at the skin on your collar bones that are exposed due to your tank top. 

“Fuck, Nicho…” you half moan half sigh out in response as his hand moves up under your shirt to cups and squeezes your breast while you run one hand through his hair and grip one of his biceps with the other to feel how they flex under your touch while he touches you over your bra. 

“I’ll take that as a yes…” he mutters, and you can feel his proud little smirk against your chest. 

He finally moves back just enough to slip your tank top up over your head and you take the opportunity to help him out of his black t-shirt so you can finally see, and more importantly feel, his muscled chest. You two had been friends long enough to have been in a few situations like pool parties and such in which you had seen him without a shirt on. You’d be lying if you said the thought of how his pretty toned abs would feel under your fingers didn’t cross your mind when you saw them flexed and shimmering with water under the soft glow of moon and porch light at your friend’s house. You never thought you’d have the chance but here you are now, perched on his lap as he takes hits from your joint and looks at you hungrily while you run your hands up and down his chest, and feel him getting hard already underneath you.

“You’re so pretty.” You softly admit, meeting his eyes, “Been noticing it for a while but… god you’re so pretty.” You repeat running your hands back up to clasp behind his neck. You smile to yourself noticing his ears turn pink and his gaze get a little less confident, clearly embarrassed by your sudden compliment but from the way you feel his dick twitch in his pants under you, you know he enjoyed every second of it. 

“Could say the same to you.”

“Then do it.” you giggle down at him, semi absent mindedly starting to grind down into him a little.

“You’re really pretty.” he says his voice a little shakier than before as your movements become a bit more pronounced. Still, his gaze darkens a bit as he takes another drag and blows it out slow to the side this time before facing you again. “Open your mouth, pretty.” He softly demands, and instinctively you do. He then brings the joint to your lips and you close your lips around it, just like before. “Breathe.” and you do, still subtly grinding into him while his free hand snakes around your back and deftly unclips your bra. “Blow for me, baby.” he instructs after moving the joint from your lips and leaning forward to catch the smoke while you blow, closing the gap before you can breathe in again to kiss you for a moment and then breaking it again. “You follow orders well.” he hums kissing down your chest again. 

“I like to do what I’m told.” you shamelessly admit and he chuckles before closing his lips around your nipple while his hand plays with the other. 

“Keep being a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth your time.” he says while moving to your other breast, you can’t help but moan in response, the weed making your ability to stay quiet fly out the window. “Do you want that?”

“Mmhmm.” you nod, closing your eyes and grinding shamelessly against him. You’re certain there’s a wet patch growing on his thigh now, from your wetness leaking from your needy cunt, through your underwear and thin little shorts, and onto his dark gray sweatpants. 

“Use your words, baby.” he instructs. Pulling away from you to finish off the joint and absentmindedly toss the roach to the coffee table while looking at you with those pretty piercing eyes of his. He leans back, hands stilling your hips while he waits for you to speak, blowing out the smoke stored in his mouth and you quickly lean forward to catch it in yours before it dissipates. 

“Please, Nicho… quit teasing and fuck me already.” You feign annoyance and reply. 

“Well since you asked so nicely.” he jokes meeting your lips again, but with a more hungry and deeper kiss. His tongue tangling with yours and roaming your mouth while you both pant and moan a bit into each other. You both taste of nothing but weed and desire but you swear you are on cloud 9 from his kiss alone. He, tragically, breaks it again. “Off.” he orders, slightly tugging your shorts and underwear down by the waist band. You stand quickly to pull them all the way off and leave them at your feet as he remains seated and does the same with his boxers and sweatpants, his dick springing to attention and already taught and leaking. Your thighs clench on instinct at the sight of it, feeling yourself somehow get even wetter. It’s perfect, not too big but not disappointingly small either, and the kind of thickness you know is gonna feel incredible stretching you out. “Sit. Bring the other joint with you.” he orders again. 

“Yes sir.” You half joke but when you catch his eye after settling back on his thigh, you notice his expression change. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you, pretty boy?” 

“Maybe. Do it again.” 

“Why should I? Haven’t been given an order.”

“Oh so you’re a brat now?” he asks, his eyebrows are knit in annoyance but his voice is tinged in amusement and his lips almost twitch into a smile. 

“Maybe…” you giggle moving forward to kiss him but he stops you with a finger to your lips. 

“Gimmie the joint. While we smoke, I need you to jerk me off while you ride my thigh. You don’t get to feel how good im gonna fuck you until you’ve made yourself cum, understood?”

“…Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” he smirks, before putting the joint between his pretty lips and taking a drag while you start to get to work. 

You let a thread of spit fall from your mouth onto his dick to help your hand move up and down it, gathering his precum from the tip and pinching it on the way down making him shudder out a breath while he exhales smoke and holds the joint to your lips. You continue like this, just as before but far more stimulating for the both of you. Him passing the joint between the two of you and instructing you on when to open, breathe, and blow. You getting higher and more turned on by the second while his free hand roams your body. Sometimes guiding your hips against his thigh, which he intermittently flexes and releases to make you whimper and moan for him, or grabbing and kneading at your breasts or ass. It was intoxicating, the feeling of it all coupled with his soft but demanding voice telling you what to do, and you were already so wet and turned on that it didn’t take long for you to find yourself gasping and moaning as you came softly all over his thigh. 

“Such a good girl for me.” Nicho coos from below you as you come to a stop, your hand stilling on his cock which, shockingly has yet to come undone. Nicho lifts you off his lap and repositions you so you’re laying back on the couch while you catch your breath. He brings one leg up to a bend against your chest while he leans down to kiss you, letting his cock rub lazily against your folds and making you shiver as your pussy begins to clench around nothing, hungry for what’s to come. “You ready?” 

“Yes, sir.” you breathe out in response and he immediately snakes a hand between the two of you to guide himself inside your needy cunt. You both gasp as he easily slides all the way into you, filling you up completely, before he slowly begins to move. 

Nicholas is a vision above you. Jaw dropped, eyes shut tight, and brows furrowed as he rolls his hips into you at a steady rhythm, not bothering to hold back his whines and moans unlike most guys you’d been with before. His hair sticks to his forehead a bit from the sweat glistening on it and you look down to see how his abs tense and relax as he thrusts into you. You start to move to match his pace, grinding down to meet him while you shamelessly stare up at him in awe and join his chorus of moans. 

“Fuck you feel so good, pretty. So so good. Fuck.” he manages to say between moans, before kissing you again and quickly moving to bite and suck on your nipples, making your moans louder and back start to arch a little. “You sound so pretty for me too, baby. Keep moaning like that and I’m gonna cum.” he warns, fucking into you deeper and faster while his tongue bites and swirls around your nipples interchangeably, which prompts your back to arch more and your lewd chorus of moans and skin slapping against skin grows louder. 

“F-fuck Nicho you feel so good. You fill me up so good pretty boy.” you moan, raking your nails across his back while he continues to devour your neck and chest in a way you’re certain will leave lots of bruises and he moans against your chest. “Nicho I’m close again, please. I’m so close.”

“Yeah? Fuck, baby me too.” he says snaking a hand between you to rub your clit in tight fast circles making you scream out in pleasure as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap. “Where do you want me to cum pretty?” he grunts, clearly fighting his hardest to not cum too soon. 

“Inside. Fucking fill me up, pleas god. I want you to-“ he cuts you off with a hungry kiss and a groan, still working your clit, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You clench around his cock, moaning into his mouth more than kissing it, and soon after he does the same. Releasing and painting your insides with his cum. But he doesn’t stop fucking into you, and you’re barely able to ride out the high of your first orgasm as you feel the next one starting to build up again, his dick still hard inside you. 

“Wait I wanna taste you. Is that okay?” He asks, slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace while he waits for you to respond. 

“God yes. Please yes.” you gasp out. He kisses you one last time before removing his cock from your pussy, both of your cum spilling out of you leaving you feeling empty but not for long. He quickly lowers himself down between your thighs and glances up at you as he licks up from your dripping cunt to your clit and swallows the mix of your juices while making eye contact with you and smiling, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Fuuuuuck Nicho ohmygod!” 

Nicholas’s lips close around your sensitive clit, sucking on it for a bit before his tongue ventures to thrust slowly in and out of your cunt. He moves his head back and forth and up and down, rubbing his nose against your clit while his tongue fucks into you. You feel yourself getting close again already as he starts to groan and move faster, lips attaching to your clit again when he fucks two fingers into you and you instinctively grab hold of his hair to stable yourself. The weed and pleasure mixing to make you feel like if you don’t hold on to him you’d float away for sure. One of Nicho’s hands slides up your stomach to your breast while he continues eating you out ferociously, barely pausing to take breaths and whisper praises to you while you moan out his name. It’s not until your legs shake and clench around him do you realize you’re cumming again, the pleasure having been so overwhelming you lost yourself in it a bit until you’re dragged back down to earth when it all stops and he removes himself from between your legs to kiss you again. You can taste yourself and him on his lips and tongue and you’re so hazy and content that you find yourself moaning into his mouth again before he breaks the kiss to lay his head on your chest and look you in the eye. 

“That was… really good. Been waiting to do that for a while…” He admits grinning shyly, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness and spit. 

“Oh yeah?” You half ask half tease, running your hands softly through his hair making his eyes flutter closed as he hums in affirmation. “…Honestly me too.” you finally admit. 

“Oh, I know.” He giggles, looking up at you again and making your face flash hot and you look away shyly as if you hadn’t been moaning his name moments before. 

“That obvious, huh?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I thought it was cute how you tried to hide how flustered you got whenever we touched. Made me wanna do it more.” he admits, standing up. “You wanna go shower, change into something else, and eat something? You must be starving.” He suggests pulling you up off the couch and into his arms, lazily resting his hands on your hips and leaning down to kiss you softly a few times before you could answer.

“Sure… you wanna join me?”

“Oh absolutely.” he grins, kissing you again before you lead him off to your bathroom with a giggle. 

✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

[lunalunelover]

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ about me! ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

luna 🌙, they/them, black fem, sapphic, '02, some NSFW fics !!! MINORS DNI !!!! 18+ ONLY !!!! please I beg...

i mainly write for &team but im a multi stan so who knows how much that'll change if at all! im new to fic writing so please be patient but also feedback is welcomed just keep the criticism constructive!

master list! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

fyi since i myself am black i will occasionally write for a specifically black fem reader BUT generally i prefer to keep it non specific in that way so anyone can enjoy (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

also fyi i cannot promise any truly o9 content it'll really just be whoever is on my mind at any given time (ie my biases and whoever is wrecking me in that moment.... usually nicholas tbh...)

maki and k are two of my ults and i'm also jo and ej biased... but also very much o9 atp... (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

i am currently completing my master's degree so posting will likely be slow but i wanted to a) finally get my thoughts out and b) get back into writing for fun again and c) try out fic and drabble writing since i read sooooo much... lol

and lastly... this is only semi dl fr so if u recognize me... no u don't... unless u do man idk but be nice please...... generally really just keep it cute on here whether u know me or not. don't be a bully don't be racist don't be otherwise generally stupid and make the space unsafe or unfun thanks xoxo

master list! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

ok that's all mwah please enjoy I hope !!! (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠;⁠).⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

stan list

(ie who else i may write for in future)

ults

&team

~ ult k and maki

~ bias jo and ej

seventeen

~ ult vernon wonwoo and mingyu

~ bias dk, joshua, and s.coups

ateez

~ ult mingi and yunho

~ bias seonghwa, san, and jongho

zerobaseone

~ ult gyuvin, gunwook, and jiwoong

~ bias matthew

p1harmony

~ ult intak

~ bias keeho and jongseob

enhypen

~ ult jake

~ bias sunghoon

stan

tws

~ bias dohoon

aespa

~ ult winter

~ bias ningning

ive

~ bias liz and rei

katseye

~ ult lara, manon, and dani

~ bias sophia

txt

~ bias soobin and beomgyu

82major

~ bias yechan and seokjoon

le sserafim

~ bias yujin and chaewon

twice

~ bias momo and neyon

omega x

~ bias hangyeom